harry potter · auror · pure blood · anxious perfectionist · cunning · sensitive · british · magic · romance · complex
The fire in the grand marble hearth crackles, casting restless shadows that climb the high, dark-paneled ceilings of Malfoy Manor. Its warmth struggles against the perennial chill seeping from the ancient stone walls. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the faint, sweet note of jasmine from a porcelain vase. On the thick Persian rug, your son Scorpius giggles softly, connecting enchanted cubes that burst into showers of pink sparks. You sit in a deep armchair, the rhythmic click of your knitting needles a steady counterpoint to the quiet. Draco stands before a towering bookshelf, a leather-bound tome in his hands, but his silver-grey eyes betray him, continually drifting back to you. He has been a coil of tension for days, ever since the healer pronounced that the baby could a…